A/N: So here's another chapter just to get things rolling a bit more quickly. This one has also not been beta read so please bear with the mistakes, as I know they're probably plentiful

Also if you read this story and find yourself liking it and want to see more please leave me a review so I know I'm doing something right. However if you think this story needs improvement I'd be more than happy to hear your constructive criticism.

Now I know I didn't place the full warnings in the subtitles but that's because this story is unraveling as I write it and only a few are set in stone. So to recap, the main pairing will be Harry/Severus(Cyril), there will be bouts of incest because of this but the boys are NOT blood related! There will be underage sexual situations but nothing will start until the boys are much older! And finally Voldemort will be darker in this story then he was portrayed in the books/movies, this is because everything changed the night he went to kill Harry so things must be adjusted to fit.

Enjoy chapter one and don't forget to review!

Chapter One: Five Years Later

It's been five years since that fateful Halloween night and when Lily tried to look back on all of that time it seemed to be nothing but a blur. She laid in her and her husband's large four poster bed with a warm body on either side, tucked against her sides and breathing calmly in their deep sleeps. Lily had an arm around each of her little boys and was softly stroking their black hair away from their foreheads, looking from one to the other with a furrowed brow but love in her cloudy green eyes.

Harry lay tucked against her left side with an arm thrown over her abdomen, his little fingers caressing his brother's cheek with every breath she took. Harry was her pride and joy, her bright warm light at the end of a long, cold and dark tunnel that had been losing James. He was the spitting image of his late father, down to the high cheekbones, arched brows, quirked lips that always seemed to be on the verge of a grin, and his mop of messy black tangles. Lily stroked his hair fondly and grinned when her finger hit let another snag. She could brush and brush until her hands fell off and yet his hair would always stay the same. The only thing she had found that helped was letting the wild mass grow out, which seemed to calm the curly demons.

And his personality was just as light and wild as his hair. Rarely would you see the boy frowning, even after he had scraped yet another knee or fallen off of yet another tree, Harry would simply pause, brush himself off, and then go at it again with that same innocent stubbornness his father showed when he was a young boy.

Lily looked to her right and her eyes seemed to darken some as she took in the boy laying stiff and cool, as if he had been forced to lay beside her rather than crawling into her bed along with his brother during the storm like what had happened. However the boy had his reasons, life had not been kind to the former Severus Snape. Sure he was now in a loving, happy home, the likes of which he had never had before his "rebirth". However the boy seemed unable to tolerate it for very long, often times hiding away in his room like a mini hermit.

Lily's heart went out to her former childhood friend as she thought back on that fateful night and everything that had happened since then.

While she had sent Sirius downstairs to distract the aurors, Lily had run past Lord Voldemort's still spasming body and into the bedroom she shared with the now deceased James Potter, the still bleeding Harry and the newly transformed Severus in her arms, along with his robes and wand. She quickly made a hiding spot for him in a little hidey hole inside of her large walk in closet. Making sure that he was safe and secure, Lily fed him a small amount of sleeping potion and locked the door, casting disillusionment spells and warding charms.

After that things went quickly and a little too perfectly. She went downstairs to join Sirius and give her version of what happened, leaving Severus Snape's name completely out of it. They collected the Dark Lord, carting him off to Azkaban to await trial and then Albus Dumbledor arrived. Filled with relief, Lily and Sirius quickly sat the old wizard down and told him the truth, showing him Severus Snape's toddler form, robes, and wand. Lily put Harry to bed beside Severus and the adults stayed up the rest of the night, discussing what to do...

That had been five years ago and now Lily found herself the mother of two boys instead of one and a wife to Sirius Black. Albus had agreed that ti was best to hide what happened to Severus until they could find a way to reverse it, but in the meantime that meant that they needed to concoct a plausible story to explain where Severus had gone and where this new baby had come from. So the story was that Sirius had had an illict affair with a famous muggle actress and that the woman became pregnant. Not being able to care for the baby herself, the muggle had turned to Sirius to raise their son. After James' death Sirius was supposedly overcome with grief that he moved in with Lily and Harry to help raise the two boys together and provide a stable household for the two families.

Albus also told that, after a year, it would be in their best interest to marry each other as to better keep the secret.

So here Lily was, married to her late husband's best friend, living happily ever after in the house he was murdered in, and demanded to act as if nothing had even happened. Lily clutched the two boys tighter to her, Harry letting out a little sigh at the contact and Severus grunting in annoyance.

No, not Severus anymore... It would be too odd to call the boy his former name, so Lily had had to choose another one. And it had to be Lily's choice, since Sirius had been absolutely no help, wanting to call the boy "Snivel Jr" and other such nonsense. Apparently his grudge for the adult Snape had transferred over to the baby, which made for a very tense household on most days. Sirius would refuse to do anything for the boy, instead turning to Harry and doling out presents, sweets, favors, whatever the child wanted. He would often say that taking care of the "baby greasy git" was Lily's decision and that she should take responsibility. Lily knew that it was only because he refused to see that Peter had betrayed them and instead blamed Severus, even though the man had come to their aid...

Lily knew in her heart the truth but there was nothing she could do so she simply but her best foot forward and tried any way she could to make baby Cyril feel loved and part of a family. Thankfully Harry seemed to take after his mother's lead and went out of his way to love on his big brother and Lily couldn't be prouder. Cyril didn't just have to put up with a cold and distant "father" but also being sick once a month when he had to take a watered down polyjuice potion, which gave him certain facial features of Sirius to make their story more believable.

Of course the poor boy didn't know what the potion was, they had simply told him that he needed it to fight off a very tricky blood disease. However Cyril's body didn't respond well to the potion and often left the boy dry heaving all day and overcome with shortness of breath, chills, and dizzy spells.

Like everything else in her life now, Lily just couldn't find a way around it and so she simply had to be strong for her boys and hope for the best.

Thunder struck outside outside, closer than before, and Cyril jerked in his sleep, his arm also reaching over Lily's abdomen like little Harry's but instead of laying limp it gripped her tightly, the sound of a soft whimper muffled as he pressed his face against her side. Lily quickly started rubbing circles on his back and murmured comforting words while the storm raged on around them. Sirius would be spending the night at his mistress' house again so she didn't need to worry about him coming home and starting a scene with having Cyril in their bed...

Lily didn't know if she was thankful or cursed.

Five years... Or maybe it was ten... Hell, why not make it twenty for all the good it would do...

No, no it was five, definitely five whole years...

The Dark Lord was kept in the lowest dungeon of Azkaban, where even the ground below had given away to the cold torment of the land and on a good day the icy sea water that seeped into his cell only came up to his bare toes... On most days though it was up past his hips, the freezing temperature tearing away at his skin while he heard the selkies just past those thin stone walls, scratching... scratching...

For five long years the Dark Lord has hung there by his bleeding wrists, kept alive only because his wizard captors refused to let him die, force feeding him potions that made his stomach feel like it was turning itself inside out and his blood boil...

The cell was dark and that's all he could make out about the room, since that fateful night his eyes had turned a milky white with blindness... Now all he could "see" was if his cell was dark or light... Mostly it was always dark these days...

Throughout the first year wizards had come and gone, to see the spectacle, to cast a few curses they considered to be dark, or to simply cower in fear before racing out of the room... Oh yes, he was still a force to be reckoned with, chained and bleeding though he might be. The Dark Lord Voldemort could still invoke fear in those stupid enough to enter his cell, which is why through the years the visitors had tapered off and he was left to his cold, wet and painful self...

But he could feel them... Those two he had... touched.

And he would escape... And he would find them...

*A/N: So what do you guys think? I promise in the next chapter you'll finally get to see our character interacting and showing some, er, brotherly love- as only the former Snape and Harry can do!

Cheers!